[Rebirth] Elder brother, he feeds demons with his body

Mo Chenyuan didn't know what the tracing mage wanted to do.

Why save a person secretly?

Except for the little monk, Mo Chenyuan felt that no one would think that Master Xunji did this to ask his heart.

"Ask your heart and see how kind the elder brother is to you," the little monk said earnestly, "He would rather be punished than confess you. He treats you so well, can you put aside distracting thoughts and practice Buddhism well?" ?”

Mo Chenyuan heard himself ask back, "Then why don't you get rid of distracting thoughts? The pheasant in the back mountain is delicious when roasted?"

The little monk didn't expect that Wen Xin could refute him like this even though he was lying on the bed and couldn't move.

"Wine and meat have passed through the Buddha's heart." The little monk blushed, "but, senior brother is different from us."

To prevent such a natural born Buddha from cultivating, his heart would be punishable!

"Forget it, you'd better eat steamed buns," the little monk muttered, and put a bag of steamed buns beside Wenxin's pillow, "Eldest brother has been locked up, and as disciples, we have more things to do."

After the little monk finished speaking, he looked at Wen Xin and sighed again before turning around and leaving.

Looking at the bag of steamed buns, Mo Chenyuan suddenly remembered the steamed buns made by Chu Qinghong.

No matter how you look at it, the steamed buns made by Chu Qinghong are more plump and cute.

Mo Chenyuan was in a complicated mood, what was wrong with this trace-finding mage.

What are you doing with this cloudy illusion!

Master Xunji is being held in confinement, that is to say, he will not see Chu Qinghong for a long time.

Mo Chenyuan was inexplicably agitated.

This weird illusion has affected his mind.

Wen Xin's emotions had already affected him.

While Mo Chenyuan was still studying how to sneak to see Chu Qinghong, something happened to the sect.

In today's comprehension world, the former sect of Mage Xunji has long been destroyed.

No one even knows what it's called.

As for Mo Chenyuan, he only found out not long ago that this sect is called Jialan Temple.

What does this have to do with the Garan Secret Realm?

But Mo Chenyuan had no time to think about it, people started to die in Jialan Temple.

Jialan Temple is located on the top of the cloud, and the whole mountain is surrounded by a special formation. If the villagers at the bottom of the mountain want to go up the mountain, they must be marked with a special mark, otherwise they will get lost in the mountain.

The first person to die was the villager who went up the mountain to ask for water.

Because it was a mistake made by the disciples of Jialan Temple, while they sent people to deal with it, they also let the villager stay in the temple for a while.

However, he died.

Died on the third day of the retreat of Master Xunji.

Everyone thought that the villager had touched something that shouldn't have been touched, and had accidentally bled to death from his seven orifices.

The body of the human race is too fragile, and it will die easily.

The temple sighed, and immediately performed rituals for him.

But the next day, someone else died.

It was a certain outer disciple, and the same seven orifices were bleeding.

On the third day, it was an inner disciple with a similar cause of death.

On the fourth day, an elder...

Inside the Jialan Temple, people are panicking.

Some people even said that it was the elder brother who led the water and accidentally offended a certain water god, which made them worse.

As soon as this statement was made, it was criticized angrily.

But in private, many people blamed the misfortune on Master Xunji.

One a day, after 20 people died, Jialan Temple finally returned to calm.

However, no one dared to let go of his heart. Perhaps, someone would die?

Someone finally couldn't take it anymore. Five days on No. 20, a young novice defected from the sect.

He became No.20 a dead man.

"Wen Xin, we, we are all going to die." The little monk didn't dare to go back to the disciple's pavilion, but squeezed together with Wen Xin.

In the eyes of this little monk, he felt more secure than everyone else in asking questions casually.

Although asking the heart is the foundation of cultivation.

"Is the senior brother out yet?" Wen Xin's voice was very calm, "Someone must want to make trouble while the senior brother is away."

The little monk looked at Wen Xin in amazement, in fact, even he couldn't help suspecting that this matter had something to do with the elder brother.

Wen Xin still trusts senior brother so much.

The little monk said guiltily, "The host said that the elder brother has entered into a samadhi. Maybe, he is attacking the Nascent Soul by the way."

When the eldest brother Sui Dan becomes a baby, he will be the next host successor.

The little monk's eyes flickered a little, this kind of thing happened, can the sect still accommodate the elder brother?

Now no one knows who will die next.

Mo Chenyuan felt irritated again, this illusion had confined him too much.

How could someone die violently for no reason?

According to the way of death described by the little monk, he felt that those people had swallowed the seven orifices flow pill.

After eating it, if you don't double cultivate with others within twelve hours, your seven orifices will bleed.

This is a group of monks!

If someone investigates carefully, they will find that the monks who died suddenly were all clean-spirited people who did not secretly raise the furnace.

That villager should be the test subject.

Such vicious methods have the demeanor of a demon.

Even if Mo Chenyuan knew, he couldn't say it.

This is an illusion, he is just a spectator.

Even if Mo Chenyuan knew that Jialan Temple was fine for the time being, he couldn't help being anxious.

Could it be because the Xunji Mage was misunderstood this time and was forced to become a demon monk?

No matter how you look at it, the tracing mage will not be someone who is obsessed with obsession.

There should be something else.

What Mo Chenyuan was able to know, although the elders of Jialan Temple were a bit late, they also discovered the problem after a month.

Inside the Garan Temple, there is a magic cultivator hidden.

Mo Chenyuan heaved a sigh of relief and finally found out.

The suspicion of the tracing mage should be cleared.

Then the next day, Mo Chenyuan was arrested.

Mo Chenyuan looked at them in bewilderment, accusing Wenxin of being a demon cultivator and wanting to burn him alive.

This is to find a scapegoat!

Mo Chenyuan's scalp felt numb for a while. In this small sect, there were no fewer open and secret fights than Wuji Sect.

How could a mind mage be a demon cultivator?

For a moment, Mo Chenyuan thought that the other party was accusing him.

He also experienced such a thing in his previous life, but at that time he just felt speechless.

Who in the Wuji sect doesn't know that he was born with a body that disperses demons, and why did he suddenly attack?

Listening to Mo Chenyuan, Master Wenxin was powerless to defend himself, how could a stuttering man have the freedom to tease a man on weekdays?

Mo Chenyuan hid in the body of Master Wenxin, looking at the group of pious bald heads.

One or two, just words, but they have already convicted Wen Xin.

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?

A day later, Wen Xin was about to be executed.

Only the little monk went to see him.

"Ask the heart, why is this happening?" The little monk said with tears in his eyes, "You obviously didn't do it, how can you be so good, I, I told you a long time ago, don't provoke the senior brother, I have heard them complain before Now, so many people died in the sect, why didn't you die?"

Wen Xin looked at the little monk numbly, "I suddenly realized that I don't seem to know your name."

The little monk's face froze, "Master has not had time to give me a dharma name..."

"Except for senior brother, you never seem to appear in front of outsiders."

Hearing Wen Xin's words, the little monk's face sank, "Wen Xin, what are you doubting?"

Doubts arose in Mo Chenyuan's heart, and he asked what he was questioning?

Do you suspect that this little monk is the culprit?

From the little monk, Mo Chenyuan didn't feel the magic energy.

"I'm used to being lonely and alone. I misbehaved in Jialan Temple and no one made friends with me." Wen Xin looked at the little monk deeply, "I can't remember now why I met you."

Wen Xin sighed, her eyes seemed to be full of melancholy, and suddenly turned into a clear light, "You are the consolation given to me by the senior brother, right?"

He has never made friends with anyone, how could there be a friend who treats him so heartily?

Wen Xin was silent for a while, and said to the bewildered little monk, "You go back first, I was reckless in what I said today."

The little monk looked at Wenxin ignorantly, but left anyway.

Mo Chenyuan always felt a sense of disobedience, and this time asking his heart was not like asking his heart.

In other words, it was more like a questioning heart from outside rumors.

It's just that before Mo Chenyuan had time to think too much, he regained control of this body.

After Wenxin took the little monk away, Mo Chenyuan didn't even have anyone to pass the time, and could only wait for the next day to be executed.

The next day, noon.

Under the strong sunlight, Mo Chenyuan was so blinded that he couldn't open his eyes. He was tied under the high platform, and when he looked around, there were densely packed bald heads underneath.

It made his eyes even more blind.

The Sanskrit sound sounded, and the sound of the wooden fish was ethereal, which made the temperature around him drop a little.

The flammable wood underfoot was moved from the woodshed.

He used to "depend on each other" with them for a long time.

Now, he will be reduced to ashes together with them.

Mo Chenyuan looked around in a daze, but he wanted to take a look, and asked how Xin was saved this time.

However, he could guess.

Who would save Wenxin besides Mage Xunji?

"ignition!"

With an order, the fire rushed to his feet in an unstoppable manner.

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

The determination of this group of people to kill Wenxin is really impatient.

"Booming" thunder suddenly sounded, and for a moment, the scorching sun was covered by dark clouds, and a heavy rain came crackling.

It was like rushing to save him.

Because they only burned a Foundation Establishment cultivator to death, they did not use spiritual fire, but common fire.

Since it is a common fire, it can be easily extinguished.

Mo Chenyuan squinted, and raised his head despite the heavy rain. In the mist, he saw that figure again.

It's just that I don't know, Master Xunji has attracted all the thunder now?

"Yes, it's the tracing mage who is crossing the catastrophe!"

"Is Master Xunji going to become a real Nascent Soul?"

"Why do you cross the tribulation at this time?"

"Then, this torture..."

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

Like Wen Xin, he felt speechless.

Master Xunji chose this time to cross the catastrophe, and he didn't know if it was to save Wenxin, or it was just an accident.

On the high platform, facing the heavy rain, Wen Xin broke free from the shackles on her body, and looked at that person——

He had never heard that Du Jie could attract such a heavy rain.